I watched the final day from two vantage points. The first was just by Tesco. Nothing could have prepared me for it all though. When that parade came down the Strand I was almost moved to tears. After I got a few photos I dashed to the roof of the Hilton and nothing could have prepared me for that. There were so many many people. My photos probably only capture half the people that were there. I just know that the entire waterfront was filed with people from the Echo Arena to the Cruise Terminal. It was a massive ending.
I’ll post a collection of my personal highlights from the weekend as soon as I’ve recovered. For now, the final day.
This was Friday. Insane number of people and just the Friday!
The Giants are nearly here! One more sleep and its giant Friday. It’s going to be… a big day… I know. Sorry.
Wow! What a 2nd day. Stanley Park filled with people as the Uncle awoke and walked through Aintree, Everton and then the city. Crowds lined street after street, including rooftops. People hung out of bedroom windows and best of all just stood on their doorstep. How amazing must that have been for someone who had no idea the event was on? Having a lazy saturday and a 50ft giant walks down the road. Imagine telling your kids “When I was young giants roamed the city.” What an event. The Uncle reached St Georges Hall and had a nap amongst a sea of people. About 2 hours later he got up and headed for a drink at the St Lukes Church before jumping over the Chinese Arch! He headed to Kings Dock for a quick sit down and was pleasantly surprised by the arrival of his niece and her dog Xolo. She did a dance and slept on his knee. It’s all so incredibly magical and quite emotional.